Pei Ye turned his head and instructed the waiter, then led the woman upstairs.
Seeing Ming Qi Tian glance back, he tilted his head and asked, "What's the matter?"
The woman was somewhat curious, "I saw in a few moments he handled orders from four groups of customers. Is his memory that good?"
Pei Ye smiled, "Miss Ming, you may not know, but in a bustling business in Shengjing, waiters have what's called 'Quail Head'."
Ming Qi Tian smiled gently.
The two found a seat by the window. At this moment, there were indeed real martial artists. Several tables on the first floor exchanged glances with the newly arrived pair, but retracted their gazes when they saw the white veil hat.
In the busy morning with many guests, the buns took a little time to prepare, so a cup of hot tea and some beans were brought to the table first. Pei Ye, usually without such formality when dining, poured the woman a cup, then gathered his robe and waited together.
